Yohji was practically asking for a fight with insisting about Mamoru, Aya knew all those things too well but it was another matter to converse about them. And Aya, much too loyal to his habits, would take the bait.

"I know, I've been reading," he snapped, stabbing the fork to the cinnamon roll and leaving it standing there. "Why were you working for him if you think this way?" The words listless but in truth, full of acid, a question for himself as well. Perhaps Yohji would provide an answer for Aya too.